Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.